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(COMEDIAN.) 



SYDNEY : 
PRINTED AND PUBLISHED BY JAMES FRYER, GEORGE STREET 



1858. 



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ALEXANDEE SIMMONDS, ESQ,, 



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THE AUTHOR. 



PREFACE. 

The greater number of the following Ballads have been 
published with Music in England and the United States, 
and will be doubtless familiar to many readers. The 
Author's principal object in publishing them in a col- 
lected form is the hope that, however slight their merit, 
they may constitute a memento to, and a connecting link 
with, the numerous kind friends he has made in the 
Australasian ' Colonies. 

Sydney, Feb. 8th, 1858, 



CONTENTS. 

PAGE. 

Let us Speak of a Man as we find him . . . . . . 1 

The Spring Time of the Heart 2 

When I List to thy Sweet Voice . . . . . . . . 3 

The Last Appeal 4, 5 

Light and Shade . . . . . . . . . . 6 

If my Time could come Over Again . . . . . . 7, 8 

Think ere you Speak . . . . . . . . . . . . 9 

Thou art not Here . . . . . . . . . . 10 

The Will : or, the Spirit of Mercy 11, 12 

Nelly Malone : or, Where there's a Will there's a Way . . 13 
Never Mind . . . . . . . . . . . . 14 

The Evening Star . .'• 15 

Honest Pride .. .. "7 16, 17 

The Battle of Life 18 

We're Friends Again . . . . . . . . . . . . 19 

Wilt thou he a Poor Man's Bride ? 20 

Do as you'd he done by . . . . . . . . . . 21 

The Hand and Heart 22, 23 

The Wanderer's Lament . . . . . . . . . . 24 

Yes or No ! 25, 26 

My Mountain Cot . . . . • • .27 

jforhode not the Ills of To-morrow . . . . . . 28 



X CONTENTS. 

PAGE 

Look on the Bright Side of Life 29, .'30 

It is Never Too Late to Mend .. . . . . ,. 31 

Weep not o'er Joys Decaying . . . . . . 32 

The Dream of the Past 33 

Days gone by . . . . . . . . . . . . 34 

The Pen and the Sword . . .... . . 35, 36 

The Heart when Wrecked by Faithless Love . . . . :)7 

Tis a Beautiful World, Indeed . . 38 

Old Times 39 

The Memory of Happy Days . . . . . . . . 40 

Let us be Happy while we may . . . . . ♦ . . 41 

Words from those we Love . . . . . . ..... 42 

We should not condemn all for a few . . . . . . 43 

First Love . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 44 

Make Hay while the Sun Shines . . . . . . 45 

A Voice from the Heart . . . . . . . . . . 46 

The Test of Friendship 47 

Deck not thy Brow with Costly Gems . . .. . . 48 

Let the Tear of Sorrow Flow . . . . . . . . 49 

Contentment . . . . . . . . 50 

The Chimney Nook 51 

We Love, we know not why . . . . . . . . 52 

Tliere is no Land like our Own 53 

You will Find no Change in Me . . . . . . . . 54 

Not a Ripple on the Stream. (Duet.) .. .. 55, ^6 



CONTENTS. 


XI 




PAGE 


The World hath many a Lovely Spot 


57 


The Battle of the Mind 


-.58 


The Passing Flower 


59 


Pride : or, the Cottage Kose . . 


60 


Let some Gentle Word be Spoken . . 


61 


Some One to Love 


62 


Summer Friends 


63 


Love's Talisman 


64 


Love's Advice 


65 


Let us Hope to Meet again 


66 


The Little Voice Within 


67 


Green Leaves 


68 


Love's Conquest 


..69 


A Welcome Guest ... 


70 


Lift Up the Veil Old Father Time . . 


71 


Zinga, the Gipsey 


72 


Annie Lowe 


73 


Sambo's Serenade 




There is One that Seeth All . . 


75 


Day and Night. (Duet.) 




What are they Doing at Home ? 


78 


Little Katy 


..7 9. 80, 81 


Never Mind Him 


82 


Guardian Spirits .. 




Paul and Virginia 


84 



Xll 



CONTENTS. 



Be True to Me when Far Away 

A Home in the West 

I am Thinking of Home 

I Would my Life Pass Calmly By 

Never Give the Mitten 

The Gold Fiend 

Golden Dreams 

The Wanderer 

Love and Pride 

The Dying Indian Girl 

The Flow'rets of the Grave . . 

A Home with those who Love Us 

Acrostic 

The Parting Kiss 

The Hungarian Lament 

Guardian Angels. (Duet.; . . 

Let Me Alone 

The Mother's Grave. (Duet.) 

Why Delay the Happy Hour ? 

Woman's Worth 

The Militia Men of England 

Wealth and Poverty 

To Anna Maria Quinn 



PAGE 

.. 85 
.. 88 
87, 88 
. . 89 
.. 00 
91, 92 
.. 93 
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95, 96 
.. 97 
.. 98 
. . 99 
.. 100 
.. 101 

102. 103 

104, 105 
.. 106 

107, 108 
.. 109 
.. 110 
.. Ill 
.. 112 

113, J 14 



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LET US SPEAK OF A MAN AS WE FIND HIM. 
i. 

Let us speak of a man as we find him, 

And censure alone what we see ; 
And should a man blame, let's remind him 

That from faults we are none of us free. 
If the veil from the heart could be torn, 

And the mind could be read on the brow, 
There are many we'd pass by with scorn, 

Whom we're loading with high honors now. 
n. 
Let us speak of a man as we find him, 

And heed not what others may say ; 
If he's frail, then a kind word will bind him, 

Where coldness would turn him away. 
For the heart must be barren indeed, 

Where no bud of repentance will bloom, 
Then pause ere you cause it to bleed, 

On a smile or a frown hangs its doom 



LYE1CS. 



THE SPRING TIME OF THE HEAKT, 

i. 

Old Time may come with his wint'ry hand, 

He may turn my black locks grey, 
For what care I for snow on the land, 

If my heart be warm as May. 
Let him wrinkle my brow as much as he will, 

Let beauty with youth depart, 
But as long as I live, oh ! let him not kill 

The sweet Spring Time of my heart. 

ii. 

Let transient friends whom I thought sincere 

Depart when most I need them, 
Still let me think there are others dear, 

And I will never heed them. 
Let me not sail life's perilous sea 

With faith blotted from my chart, 
For I'd rather my bark should shipwrecked be, 

Than the Spring Time of my heart. 



LYRICS. 

WHEN I LIST TO THY SWEET VOICE. 

I, 

Oh ! when I list to thy sweet voice, 

Methinks an angel bright is near, 
Bidding the saddened heart rejoice, 

Laughing at every worldly fear. 
Life's desert then a garden seems, 

And flowers in a moment bloom, 
Fond hope awakens golden dreams, 

And ehases every cloud of gloom. 

n. 
Oh ! when I bask in thy sweet smile, 

There seems no joy to me quite lost, 
Life's storm though raging for awhile, 

I yet may brave tho' tempest-tost ; 
The welcome haven reach again, 

Tho' angry clouds hang o'er me now, 
For every danger lowers in vain, 

While thy sweet smile beams o'er my brow. 



LYRICS. 



THE LAST APPEAL. 



'Tis at the solemn hour of night 

When aching hearts are sleeping, 
A lovely girl, with footstep light, 

From home and friends is creeping. 
Her breast seems like the troubled sea 

With strong emotion heaving ; 
Her heart is panting to be free, 

Yet to her home 'tis cleaving. 

ii. 

With trembling feet she nears the bed 

Where her sire in sleep reposes, 
To gaze as looking on the dead 

'Ere the grave its tenant closes. 
She tries to break the strongest t ; e 

That binds mankind to earth, 
For love is tempting her to fly 

From him who gave her birth. 



LTEICS. 
III. 

All ! now she's bending o'er his brow, 

Her tears his cheek bedewing ; 
She prays to heaven to aid her now 

His silvery locks she's viewing. 
He wakes ! and hears his dear child pray, 

Like an angel she is pleading, 
" Guide me," she cries, "I've lost my way, 

My heart to love is yielding. 



IV. 



My father heeds nor tears nor woe, 

He would seal his daughter's sorrow, 
But one there is who waits below 

Will shield me ere the morrow ; 
Yet deep will be my father's sighs 

When morn shall my flight reveal." 
" Go not," the old man wildly cries, 

" For I grant thy last appeal/' 



LTEICS. 

LIGHT AND SHADE. 

i. 

I love to list at twilight hour 

To the rustling of the trees, 
And gaze upon the closing flow'r 

Kiss'd by the murmuring breeze. 
Like Childhood's soft seraphic face, 

There beams a calm and holy light, 
When daylight takes its last embrace 

And bids the world a sweet good night. 

n. 
Heaven doth wisely mantle o'er 

The lovely earth with sable night, 
That mortals watching nature's law 

May learn to prize the glorious light. 
The brightest flowers would lose their charm, 

Did we not know they're doomed to fade ; 
And thus Life's storm endears the calm, 

While light is strengthen'd by the shade. 



LYRICS. 

IF MY TIME COULD COME OVER AGAIN. 

i. 

" If my time could come over again, 

What a different man I would be" 
Cried old Lubin Brown to his wife 

One evening while sipping his tea ; 
" Come tell me," she cried, with a smile, 

" Tho' your wishing will all be in vain, 
Still tell me now what would you do ? 

If your time could come over again." 

ii. 
** In my youth," he exclaimed, " I'd be wise," 

At which the old dame shook her head, 
" Shun folly as tho' 'twere a plague, 

And so I should ne'er be misled." 
M If you pass by that flower," she exclaimed, 

" Tho' its thorns give some moments of pain, 
You will always be Old Lubin Brown, 

Tho' your time could come over again-." 



LYRICS. 
III. 

" Ah ! yes, my old dame you are right, 

Without folly there's scarce any joy, 
So I see that an old man's head 

Would not suit the light heart of a boy. 
Then, give me my staff and my hat, 

And we'll walk down some beautiful lane, 
We'll enjoy the sweet evening of life, 

For my time will ne'er come o'er again." 



LYRICS. y 

THINK ERE YOU SPEAK. 

i. 

Thinlnere you speak, for a word lightly spoken 

Oft wakens a pang that has slumbered for years, 
And memory's repose when once it is broken 

May turn a sweet smile into sadness and tears ; 
No pleasure can then chase the gloom from the mind; 

Or recal the sweet smile that once played o'er the cheek 
With the heart's deepest woe that word may be twined, 

Then strike not the chord, but Think ere you speak. 

ii. 

Think ere you speak for a cold word may sever 

The friendship of one time can never restore ; 
A blight may destroy the affection for ever, 

And the flower you cherish may blossom no more. 
You cannot recal the word when 'tis spoken, 

Altho' you may own it has caused you regret, 
Still when the spell of affection is broken, 

The heart may forgive, but it cannot forget. 



10 LYBICS. 



THOU ART NOT HERE. 



Why sounds the song less joyous now | 

Than it was wont to do of yore ? 
I see its power on ev'ry brow, 

Yet ray poor heart it charms no more. 
I cannot blame the minstrel's skill — 

I praised it oft when thou wert near — 
Why has it ceased to charm me still ? 

My heart replies— Thou art not Here. 

n. 
Why has the dance no joy for me ? 

I once was foremost in the throng, 
Yet now so dull it seems to be, 

I deem it like the once loved song. 
What is the spell that changes all, 

And turns my smile into a tear — 
The charm that doth my soul enthrall ? 

My heart replies — Thou art not Here. 



LYEICS. 11 



THE WILL : OR, THE SPIRIT OF MERCY. 

i. 

An old man is bending o'er a Will 

That lies before him spread, 
And he is bent to do a deed 

That will be his shame when dead. 
An only son whom once he loved, 

He has sworn to love no more ; 
He married 'gainst the old man's threat, 

And, he spurned him from his door. 

n. 

The pen is raised to write a name 

That should make his blood run cold, 
For it dooms his child to poverty 

Whilst strangers have his gold. 
A warning voice from his heart now springs, 

And he trembles o'er with fear, 
For it cries — Hope not for mercy 

If you deny it here ! 



12 LYEICS. 

III. 

The old man obey'd the warning 

Which the Spirit of Mercy gave, 
And the son will bless his memory 

When he's mouldering in his grave ; 
For tears of pity ran down his cheek 

As he wept his anger o'er, 
Which made Mm feel he loved his son 

As he had done of yore. 

IV. 

With eager hand he seized the pen, 

And joy now filled his breast ; 
He signed the will, forgave his son, 

And his conscience was at rest. 
And never from this golden rule 

Did that old man depart ; 
That the best of all advice to man 

Is given from the heart. 



LYKICS. 13 

NELLY MALONE : 

OR, 

WHERE THERE'S A WILL THERE'S A WAY. 
i. 

" Oh ! Nelly, dear Nelly," poor Lubin cried, 

" Tell me, dear girl, and tell me true, 
Have you the courage to he my bride, 

When we've little fortune between us two ? 
Love may for awhile hide the canker of woe, 

While the heart's in the heyday of vigor and youth, 
But old age will come, and wintry winds blow, 

Then keen will the pang be from poverty's tooth." 

ii. 

" Fie, Lubin ! fie, Lubin !" dear Nelly replied, 

" See those two sparrows building their nest, 
There's no one to help in the wide world beside, 

Behold, love does wonders when put to the test. 
Then come weal or woe, your heart is my throne, 

Love o'er our cottage will shed its bright ray, 
So we'll quickly get married," cried Nelly Malone, 

" For where there's a will, be sure there's a way." 



14 LYRICS. 

NEVER MIND. 

i. 

If scandal once the power had 

Our good sense to be slaying, 
One half the world would soon go mad, 

At what the other's saying. 
Then since from scandal no one's free, 

She may talk until she's blind, 
My heart shall e'er my mirror be, 

If that acquits — I'll never mind. 

ii. 

Should she chance to assail the friend, 

Whom by deeds I've proved sincere, 
Do you think that I would lend 

The envenomed snake an ear ? 
No, it should not less endear him, 

He should find me still more kind ; 
With these words I'd try to cheer him, 

Let scandal talk, but — never mind. 



LYRICS. 15 

THE EVENING STAB. 

i. 

" Oh ! father, dear father," a young child cried, 

" You say that all beauty is doomed to decay, 
The rlow'ret I prized has withered and died, 

When will the Evening Star pass away ? 
I have watched its bright ray on many a night, 

But its beauty to me seems ne'er to decline ; 
Oh ! why if the flow'ret has gone from my sight, 

When will the Evening Star cease to shine ?" 

ii. 
" My child," said the father, " the gems of this earth 

All bloom for a time, then wither and die, 
But the stars they still beam the same at our birth, 

As they will at our death, tho' years may pass by ; 
And a beautiful truth to man is told, 

By the constant light of the Evening Star, 
For it seems to say, both to young and old, 

" There's a world much brighter than yours by far." 



16 LYRICS. 

HONEST PRIDE. 

i. 

Listen ye tillers of the soil 

That gave our fathers birth, 
And I will tell you what I deem 

A poor man's pride on earth. 
I'm proud to toil with willing hands, 

And earn my daily bread ; 
Yet -prouder still, no man can say 

By ill got gold I'm .fed. 

ii. 
I'm proud to see my frugal wife 

Sit smiling by my side ; 
Yet prouder to think 'twas not for gold 

That she became my bride . 
I'm proud to help a falling friend, 

And do what good I can ; 
Yet prouder to know the world must say 

That I'm an honest man. 



LYEIC3. 17 

III. 

I'm proud to see my children smile 

As they climb their mother's knee ; 
Yet 'prouder to think when I'm no more 

They cannot blush for me. 
I'm proud when round the ingleside 

To read the holy prayer, 
And prove that there's a heavenly balm 

For ev'ry worldly care. 



IV. 



Yet I'm prouder that my actions, 

And not my words alone, 
Will serve to guide my children 

To an everlasting throne. 
And proud am I my brother men, 

When my earthly course be ran, 
As they're bending o'er my grave, will say 

Here lies an honest man ! 



18 LYEICS. 

THE BATTLE OF LIFE, 
i. 
The Battle of Life 
Is a glorious strife 

When fought as Heaven appointed ; 
And they who shall fight 
This great battle right, 

As Heroes shall be anointed. 

Not alone for the great 
Does glory await, 

The humblest shall share the booty. 
No man must yield 
On life's battle field, 

But as warriors do their duty. 
ii. 
The Battle of Life 
Is a glorious strife 

Of more import than man can see ; 
The reward for the brave 
Is beyond the grave, 

Their laurels immortal shall be. 
The flag is unfurl' d, 
It waves o'er the world, 

With wisdom its motto is rife ; 

'Tis " Love one another, 
" Be to mankind a brother, 

" And fight nobly the Battle of Life. 



LYEICS. 19 

WE'RE FRIENDS AGAIN. 

i. 

Come let us now be friends again, 

Of evils past let's think no more, 
Why should the wound outlive the pain, 

Let sweet repentance heal it o'er ; 
Once let the heart assert its sway, 

And mem'ry opes her gates in vain, 
For all our wrongs must fade away, 

When that exclaims " We're friends again." 

ii. 

Come let us now be friends again, 

Nor turn in angry mood away, 
Create new links in friendship's chain, 

For those our tears have made decay ; 
Let not the sun that gilds the west 

Shed its last ray on our disdain ; 
Oh ! let it smile on faults confest, 

And sink not till " We're friends again." 



20 LYRICS. 

WIL'T THOU BE A POOR MAN'S BRIDE ? 

i. 

Oh ! wilt tliou be a poor man's bride, 

And leave a home of gladness, 
To link thy fate, whate'er betide, 

With one who's born to sadness ? 
There are no gifts that I may own, 

But nature's sweet bestowing, 
Yet cheered by thee, where weeds have grown, 

Sweet flowers may soon be growing. 

ii. 

Oh ! wilt thou be a poor man's bride, 

And heedless of all telling, 
Turn from the gilded homes of pride, 

To bless a poor man's dwelling? 
If so, let fortune smile or frown, 

For me no more repining, 
For I'd not lose to wear a crown, 

This hand with mine entwining. 



LYKICS. 21 

DO AS YOU'D BE DONE BY. 

i. 

Let the cynic and sage prate as long as they will, 

They may cavil from morning till night, 
When the contest is over, they'll both differ still, 

And then, who shall say which is right ? 
What matter the creed, if the heart have its sway, 

Tho' life's sign posts we mortals run by, 
The great goal we shall reach, take what road we may, 

If we'll do but as we'd be done by. 

H. 

Let the impulse be wayward as ever it may, 

Still the right road 'twill easily rind, 
For honour will joyfully lead us the way, 

E'en tho' folly still lingers behind. 
Then our duty to man must ever be known, 

Though the fountains of wisdom run dry, 
While the heart has this ne'er failing rule of its own, 

We must do as we would be done by. 



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i. 
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m. 
Let the hand and heart together go, 

When nuptial tows are spoken, 
And woman's faith and plighted troth 

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24 LYRICS. 

THE WANDERER'S LAMENT. 

i. 

" Oh 1 where is my home," desponding I cry, 

As I rove from the east to the west ; 
" Oh ! where is that one when sorrow is nigh 

I may clasp as a friend to my breast. 
The homes' of content and bright halls of mirth, 

Like a ruin illumed do I roam, 
For ne'er can I find that dear spot of earth, 

The wanderer may claim as his home." 

II. 

"Oh ! where is my home where sweet children play, 

When their dear little tasks are all done, 
And the mother is sighing that I am away, 

Oh ! alas my poor heart, I have none. 
Ah ! no I may rove till my hair hath turn'd grey, 

Still homeless the wanderer must be ; 
I have but this hope, when my life's passed away, 

That in heaven there's a home still for me." 



LYRICS. 25 



YES OK NO I 



i. 

Yes or No 1 

Yes or No ! 
Oh ! what mystic spells are these. 

Oh ! what trembling 

And dissembling 
Yfhen these words fail on the breeze. 

Thrones are shaking, 

Monarchs quaking, 
Patriots they gape for breath ; 

Friends are parted 

Broken hearted 
By these words of Life and Death. 



ii. 

See yon beggar all in tatters, 

"With scarce a rag upon his back, 
Ask him kindly 'bout his matters, 

Why his fortune's gone to rack ? 
He will say a friend deceived him, 

That's the cause of all his woe ; 
Of every penny he relieved him 

By saying Yes instead of No ! 



26 LYRICS. 

III. 

Yes or No ! 

Yes or No ! 
Upon these words love's fond hopes turn ; 

Oh ! what sobbing, 

And heart throbbing 
When the fatal word we learn. 

Hearts are breaking, 

Hopes forsaking, 
Streams of love they cease to flow ; 

Oh! what sorrow, 

On the morrow, 
Springs from saying Yes or No ! 



IV. 

See yon damsel broken hearted ; 

Why so cheerless and forlorn ? 
Wherefore sadnesss chasing gladness ? 

Why this night that should be morn ? 
Ask her — she will answer kindly — 

What's the cause of all her woe ? 
And with a tear, she'll whisper near, 

'Twas saying Yes, instead of No ! 





LYEICS. 27 

MY MOUNTAIN COT. 

i. 

Oh ! I will not leave my Mountain Cot, 

And from the happy valley roam, 
For my heart would cling to this loved spot, 

And I should pine for my dear home. 
You say there's a land beyond the sea 

Where sweet flowers bloom throughout the year ; 
But what would their fragrance be to me 

If my constant heart still lingers here. 

n. 

Oh ! I will not leave my Mountain Cot, 

And quit my own dear cottage band, 
For I would not change my happy lot 

To be a queen in a foreign land. 
Oh ! what are jewels or wealth untold, 

They cannot ease an aching heart ; 
Then bid me not for paltry gold 

From my dear Mountain Cot to part. 



28 LYRICS, 

FORBODE NOT THE ILLS OF TO-MORROW. 

i. 
Oh ! do not embitter the sweets of to-day 

By forboding the ills of to-morrow ; 
Suffice that the present is cheerful and gay, 

Then why taint its brightness with sorrow. 
Drink while we may from the sweet cup of pleasure, 

'Twill enable us better to buffet with care ; 
From the dark stream of woe we all have our measure, 

'Tis folly to add e'en a drop to our share. 
ii. 
Oh ! do not forbode the ills of to-morrow, 

'Twill chase ev'ry joy that encircles us now ; 
From the deep well of hope another draught borrow, 

And the dark clouds will break that hang o'er 
thy brow. 
Oh ! the leaf as it falls, to man seems to say, 

Thy life -time like mine is but a brief span ; 
Then, if you are wise, you'll be happy to-day, 

To-morrow perchance thy race may be ran 



LTEICS. 29 

LOOK ON THE BRIGHT SIDE OF LIFE. 

i. 

Cheer up, cheer up, my honest friend, 

Let not trifles bow thee down ; 
Who would value fortune's smile, 

If she did not sometimes frown ? 
Life hath many a varied scene, 

From the cradle to the grave, 
Some are like a placid stream. 

Others as the angry wave. 

ii. 

See yon sun how bright it shines 

Over woodland dell and glade ; 
Think while some are in the sunshine, 

Others must be in the shade. 
Then let fond hope lighten sorrow, 

All your troubles soon may end ; 
Sunshine may be your's to-morrow, 

Look on life's bright side, my friend. 



30 LYEICS. 

" III. 

Cheer up, cheer up, my honest friend, 

Let me see thee smile to-day, 
All your sorrow, by to-morrow, 

Like summer's clouds may pass away. 
The sweetest cup of life hath bitters, 

That any mortal's given to quaff. 
Yet the draught will still seem sweet, 

If while drinking we but laugh. 

IV. 

Fools are they who patient sit, 

Deeming every hour too late ; 
If they'd rally they might triumph, 

For there's no such thing as fate. 
Then away with all repining, 

All your troubles soon may end ; 
Come then, cheer up, bravely cheer up, 

Look on life's bright side my friend. 



LYEICS. 31 

IT IS NEVER TOO LATE TO MEND. 

i. 

It is never too late to mend, 

Though life's sun be near its setting ; 
If but a helping hand we lend, 

'Stead of sighing and regretting. 
If we take the cup of sorrow, 
Filling it brimful with gall, 
Then no wonder if the morrow 
Sees the hapless victim fall. 

But if a helping hand we lend, 
Then 'tis never too late to mend. 

ii. 

It is never too late too mend, 

If the world some kindness show ; 
The wind may make the strong oak bend, 

The blast alone will lay it low. 
Then let's help our fellow man, 
Nor ever deem it is too late, 
But let's help him while we can, 
To-morrow we may share jfs fate. 

So if a helping hand we lend, 
Why 'tis never too late to mend. 



LYRICS. 

WEEP NOT O'ER JOYS DECAYING. 

i. 

Oh ! Weep not o'er Joys Decaying, 

For earth's fairest flowers must fade, 
And often too brief is the staying 

Of those that are loveliest made. 
The rose that we gaze on to-day, 

To-morrow we look for in vain ; 
Still life's garden will not be less gay, 

For the buds will bring roses again. 

ii. 

Oh ! Weep not for Joys Decaying, 

'Tis folly their loss to regret ; 
They're only their duty obeying, 

And ours must be to forget. 
There ne'er was a perfume so sweet, 

But one sweeter was yet to be made ; 
Then who Rows how soon you may greet 

Joys greater than those that now fade. 



LYEICS, 33 

THE DREAM OF THE PAST. 

i. 

" Let the past be forgotten," the false one has said, 

" But when can that mandate by me be obey'd ; 
Oh ! not 'till life's latest pulsation has fled 

Will my heart e'er forget the promise he made ; 
There is not a scene to my memory dear 

But his image is haunting for ever the spot ; 
There is nf»t a day, not an hour in the year 

But awakens some word that can ne'er be forgot." 

ii. 

" He shall be forgotten, indeed he shall be," 

I tell my poor heart when my proud spirit burns ; 
" But the storm is soon o'er, and the mind being free, 

The day dream of love with more ardour returns. 
They may call it a madness, say what they will, 

The heart once in love, will love on to the last ; 
The loved one may die, but in memory still 

The heart will recall the fond dream of the past." 



34 LYEICS. 



DAYS GONE BY. 



i. 

How many poor mortals there are upon earth 

Whose sight seems to be at the back of the head, 
They rove through life's garden of pleasure and mirth, 

And ne'er see a flower 'till its fragrance has fled. 
They whine and they pine o'er the joys of the past, 

Still blind to the present until it decays ; 
When 'tis too late to live, they wake up at last, 

And dying exclaim — Ah ! those were the days. 

ii. 
But, oh ! if those poor mortals' visions were true, 

How different then would the garden appear ; 
So many beauties would burst on their view, 

Each spot would have something to render it dear. 
They would ne'er know a day without some hour of joy, 

Tho' brief each delight 'twould claim the heart's praise ; 
They'd ne'er shun life's gold tho' 'tis mix'd with alloy, 

And we'd hear them exclaim-" Ah ! these are the days." 



LYEICS. 35 

THE PEN AND THE SWORD. 

i. 

The Pen and the Sword a council held, 

O'er which old time presided, 
And who should wear his evergreen crown 

Was by him to be decided. 
" Come tell me now," the monarch cried, 

" Come tell me each your story, 
And he who has the most good done, 

Him will I crown with glory." 

ii. 

" The laurels I bring," the sword began, 

" Were won in a glorious cause ; 
I have hurl'd from the throne the tyrant king, 

Who invaded his people's laws ; 
I have proved my might, in many a fight. 

Both on the land and sea ; 
And I will swear the pen won't dare 

To say that he'll outlive me." 



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III. 

The pen replied, in a modest tone, 

" See the good that I have done ; 
I have taught mankind that right is might, 

From the king to the peasant's son ; 
I have saved a glorious nation's blood 

Being spilt in an useless strife ; 
And my trophies are peace and plenty, 

Which were won on the field of life." 

IV, 

Old Time his impartial balance held, 

And their separate virtues weighed, 
But soon to the modest Pen decreed, 

A crown that should never fade. 
" Go, Sword, on thy fading laurels feast, 

For brief is the span I afford, 
And know that the Pen, the glorious Pen, 

Shall for ages outlive the Sword." 



LYRICS. 0< 

THE HEART WHEN WRECK'D BY FAITHLESS 

LOVE. 

i. 

The heart when wreck'd by faithless love, 

No joy on earth can know, 
It looks alone to realms above 

To end its ceaseless woe. 
Tho' strangers oft may deem it gay, 

When smiles conceal its care, 
Yet could they rend the veil away, 

They'd see its deep despair. 

ii. 
The present can no pleasure bring, 

No joy seems like the past, 
To the faithless one 'twill fondly chug, 

And love on to the last. 
Like the lost ship, when hope is fled, 

It braves the storm no more, 
So the wreck'd heart, when love is dead, 

No power can e'er restore. 



38 LYRICS. 

'TIS A BEAUTIFUL WORLD, INDEED. 

i. 

Sweet flowers are oft by weeds entwined, 

Yet this does little grieve us, 
Then wherefore deem the world unkind 

Because a few deceive us ? 
Oh ! who would shun the lovely rose 

Because the thorn's beside it ? 
Then heed not friendship's petty woes, 

For pleasure must betide it. 

H. 

'Tis a lovely world, both good and kind, 

They all admit who try it ; 
If foolish cynics were not blind 

I'm sure they'd not deny it. 
Oh ! seek for friendship when ye may, 

'TwDl never be denied you, 
If truth and wisdom point the way, 

And honor will but guide you. 



LYRICS. 39 

OLD TIMES. 
i. 

Old Times ! Old Times ! 

You sure ring chimes 
And changes on the human heart ; 

You've mystic spells, 

And fairy bells, 
To make us from our course depart. 

At thy well known voice 

Will old care rejoice, 
And smiles come o'er his wrinkled face ; 

For on thy stream 

Floats many a dream 
Of boyhood's brief but pleasant race. 
ii. 

Old Times ! Old Times ! 

What a stock of crimes 
You're guilty of 'gainst many a spouse ; 

For you often keep 

Their wives from sleep, 
Whilst you and they till morn carouse. 

But who could pass 

The social glass 
When once you shake them by the hand ? 

Oh ! they will boast 

As they drink and toast 
The dear Old Times of their native land. 



40 LYRICS. 

THE MEMORY OF HAPPY DAYS. 
i. 

Oh, Memory ! Memory ! 

Wake, wake, once more to me, 
The dear recollections of happy hours ; 

Let me in fancy rove 

Through youths' Elysian grove, 
"Where every pathway seemed strewed with flowers. 

As waters dark and deep 

Are roused from gloomy sleep, 
When the sun on the surface sportive plays, 

So I wake from woe, 

And sweetest pleasure know, 
With the dear memory of happy days. 
ii. 

Memory ! Memory ! 

Wake, wake once more to me 
The bright thoughts and feelings of joyous youth ; 

When until life closes 

I thought I'd sleep on roses, 
And deemed the world was fraught with love and truth. 

I listened and believed, 

Ne'er dreamt I'd be deceived, 
By falsehood lurked 'neath an honest gaze, 

These thoughts restore to me, 

Again dear memory ! 
In fancy bring once more to me those happy days. 



LYRICS. 41 

LET US BE HAPPY WHILE WE MAY. 

i. 

Let us be happy while we may, 

Joy may now be on the wing, 
Those poor mortals who won't be gay 

Let them to their sorrow cling. 
What's the use of all their sighing, 

They'll ne'er sigh their grief away, 
Then let's send old care a flying, 

We'll be happy while we may. 

ii. 

Let us be happy while we may. 

Laugh we will in the face of woe, 
Care must leave us for he'll not stay 

If no better respect we show . 
Let's not wait until the morrow, 

For the joy that's rife to day, 
Time might turn it into sorrow, 

We'll be happy while we may. 



42 LYRICS* 

WORDS FROM THOSE WE LOVE. 

T. 

Words that are spoken by lips that are dear 

So firmly are lock'd in memory's cell, 
That time may roll on from year to year, 

And yet they'll be remembered well. 
Affection will treasure them close to the heart, 

E'en tho' the loved one should faithless prove ; 
They'll still be held dear as forming a part 

Of rays that encircled the sunshine of love. 

ii. 

Words that are spoken by lips that are dear 

Will lighten the darkest hour of woe, 
They'll oft chase away tear after tear, 

Till we see the sad face with laughter glow. 
Oh ! may those words on which love builds his throne 

Be true as the coming light of day ; 
May truth be our guide, and never disown 

Words cherished by love, e'en come what may. 



LYRICS. 43 

WE SHOULD NOT CONDEMN ALL FOR A FEW. 

i. 

We should not condemn all for a few, 

For nature hath many a mould ; 
There are thousands of hearts beating true, 

To ev'ry one hollow and cold. 
Then pass not the earth's brightest flowers, 

If some weeds should spring up by their side ; 
The best friends in the world may be ours, 

If wisdom will be but our guide. 

ii. 

We should own that our judgment was blind 

When we treasured a worthless gem ; 
Not rail at the rest of mankind, 

For what has it to do with them. 
Then ne'er condemn all for a few, 

But let truth and justice decide 
.If friendship and love be not true, 

When wisdom and honor will guide. 



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LYRICS. 

FIKST LOVE. 

i. 

First love with its bright dream of bliss 

Lies treasured in memory's cell, 
For there's nothing on earth like this 

That we love to remember so well, 
'lis an arrow from Paradise sent, 

It pierceth the manliest heart, 
And altho' we may sometimes repent, 

We all of us cherish the dart. 

ii. 

First love, with its joy and its woe, 

Is oft termed a transient flame, 
But those who have felt its bright glow, 

Be sure they will not say the same. 
That the heart's dream will ne'er pass away, 

Too many in silence regret, 
We oft find that the love of a day 

A lifetime will take to forget. 



LYRICS. 45 



MAKE HAY WHILE THE SUN SHINES, 
i. 

Oh ! summer time will come and go, 
Flowers will bloom tho' now laid low, 
But we one summer only know, 

Then let's make hay while the sun shines. 
ii. 
While the tide of health is flowing, 
And pleasure everywhere seems growing, 
Why take your scythe and be a mowing, 

And let's make hay while the sun shines. 
in. 
Do not think Old Time is sleeping, 
Tho' he's like the ivy creeping, 
Still we're safely in his keeping, 

So let's make hay while the sun shines. 

IV. 

Decrepid age will soon come o'er us, 
Then no power can restore us, 
Death alone makes up life's chorus, 

Then let's make hay while the sun shines. 



46 LYKICS. 

A VOICE FROM THE HEART. 

i. 

A voice from the heart is a tone most sincere, 

And better by far than cold wisdom may say, 
For it never deserts us in moments of fear, 

But guides us all safely o'er life's thorny way. 
When reason is tempted by power of gold 

From the pathway of truth with vice to depart, 
And virtue is weeping at sin growing old, 

How often we're saved by a voice from the heart. 

ii. 

A voice from the heart is the language of truth, 

Seems like the whispering from heaven to earth, 
Its tone is so soft than e'en passionate youth 

Will list to the sound in moments of mirth. 
When the sweet cup of friendship by passion is dashed, 

And friends have grown angry and say we must part, 
How often the vase is saved being crashed 

By the simplest of tones, " a voice from the heart/' 



LYRICS. 4 t 

THE TEST OF FRIENDSHIP. 

i. 

Should our pathway in life be scattered with roses, 

Our Mends will cling round us like so many bees ; 
Bat soon as misfortune her pale face discloses, 

They'll quickly fly from us for fear they might freeze. 
Yet, oh ! if there's one who will still kindly stay. 

And endeavour to solace the heart aching breast, 
Why that one should turn all our anger away, 

" For we ne'er know a Mend till put to the test." 

n. 
Should the veil of oblivion o'er kindness be thrown 

By those who have vowed they could never forget, 
We should still not repine, if there's one alone 

Amid the false throng who remembers us yet. 
Then our faith should not waver, for that faithful one 

In the true scale of friendship will outweigh the rest, 
For the wisest of wiseacres under the sun 

" Will ne'er know a Mend till put to the test." 



48 LYRICS. 

DECK NOT THY BROW WITH COSTLY GEMS. 

i. 

Why sigh for diamonds or orient pearl 

To deck thy calm and placid brow, 
They'll fail to rival the simple curl 

That sweetly plays around it now. 
Let others, by nature not so blest, 

Win from their lustre transient grace, 
But thou, relying on beauty's test, 

Show unadorned — thy lovely face. 

ii. 

Diamonds or pearls will unnoticed be, 

When placed amid thy raven hair, 
For who would ever glance from thee 

To gaze on gems not half so rare. 
If perfection e'er needs an aid, 

Reject the glare a diamond throws, 
From nature's garden deck thy braid 

With its sweetest gift — a lovely rose. 



LYRICS. 49 

LET THE TEAR OF SORROW FLOW. 

i. 

Oh ! let the tear of sorrow flow, 

'Twill give the aching heart relief, 
5 Tis vain to think we e'er may know 

The anguish of another's grief. 
The heart hath oft a secret spring 

Concealed from ev'ry mortal eye, 
Which heing touched will quickly bring 

The stoutest heart to weep and sigh. 

ii. 

Oh ! let the tear of sorrow flow, 

Seek not to check its heavenly balm, 
'Twill often blunt the keenest woe, 

And make the stormy breast quite calm. 
'Tis like a short lived April shower, 

When all around seems dark as night, 
We see the sun regain its power, 

And charm us with its Rainbow light. 



LYRICS. 

CONTENTMENT. 

i. 

Sweet Contentment ! hover o'er me, 

With thy soft and cheering ray ; 
Let thy light of truth restore me 

Those pure joys that ne'er decay. 
Vain ambition, tinsel splendour, 

Transient gleams of giddy fame, 
Feeble sparks are those they render, 

Not like truth's ethereal flame. 

ii. 

Sweet contentment ! let me woo thee, 

Lkiger round my path awhile, 
Like a lover now I sue thee, 

For thy dear enchanting smile. 
Foolish pomp that mortals treasure. 

Fades e'en like the rainbow's beam, 
But thy reign is endless pleasure, 

Dying with life's latest dream. 



LYRICS. 51 

THE CHIMNEY NOOK. 

i. 

The Chimney Nook, the Chimney Nook, 

For many a year hath been, 
It often brings the past to mind, 

And keeps my memory green ; 
Loved ones, who long have past away, 

For whom now in vain I look, 
Come smiling o'er me as of old, 

In the dear old Chimney Nook. 

ii. 

My father oft by the ingleside 

He would take me on his knee, 
And charm me with his wondrous tales 

Of love and sweet minstrelsy ; 
And when the night did onward glide, 

He would read the Holy Book, 
And say " good night,''" and kiss me, 

In the dear old Chimney Nook. 



h'2 LYRICS. 

WE LOVE, BUT WE KNOW NOT WHY. 

i. 

We love, but oh ! we ne'er know why, 

'Tis beyond the sage's learning, 
To take the charm from beauty's eye, 

Or stay the flame from burning. 
As the whirlpool e'er allures the bark, 

Tho' the mariner tries to fly, 
So love obeys the magnet spark, 

And onward sails — not knowing why. 

ii. . 

We love, but oh ! we ne'er know why, 

Or what the spell that binds us ; 
To break the chain to-day we try, 

Still loving the morrow finds us. 
Oli ! when we rove through beauty's maze, 

And leave the throng without a sigh, 
Then blushing meet the loved one's gaze, 

We feel we love but — know not why. 



LYRICS. 53 

THERE IS NO LAND LIKE OUR OWN. 

i. 

There is no land like our own, 

Whate'er may be our lot, 
Those scenes from childhood known 

Can never be forgot ; 
Tho' other skies be brighter, 

And milder seems the air, 
Yet the heart will ne'er be lighter, 

Though the land be e'er so fair. 

n. 

There is no land like our own, 

Wherever we may stray, 
Those joys around us grown, 

Elsewhere would soon decay. 
'Mid scenes of childhood's home, 

The mem'ry loves to dwell, 
From these, where'er we roam, 

The heart ne'er bids farewell. 



54 LYRICS. 

YOU WILL FIND NO CHANGE IN ME. 

i. 

You will find no change in me, 

Whatever may betide, 
Constant still my heart will be, 

As down life's stream we glide. 
If sorrow's clouds hang o'er thee, 

And transient friends depart, 
My truth shall beam before thee, 

And rays of hope impart. 

n. 

» 

You will find no change in me, 

In sunshine or in shade, 
Faithful still I'll cling to thee, 

Until life's debt be paid. 
In the hour of joy be near thee, 

In sadness ne'er away, 
For then I'll strive to cheer thee, 

And make its night seem day. 



LYKICS. 55 

NOT A RIPPLE ON THE STREAM. 

DUET. 

i. 

First Part. 

Not a ripple on the stream, 

Scarce the zephyr's softest sigh 
Wakes the poet from his dream, 

Stillness reigns o'er earth and sky. 

ii. 
Second Part. 

Not a sound falls on the ear, 

Fairies now their vigils keep ; 
Flowers sip the dewy tear, 

Then like childhood fall asleep. 

in. 
Together. 

Let us down the streamlet go, 

Melodious strains we'll gaily sing ; 
Dream that earth no care may know, 
Life is one eternal spring. 



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rv. 
First Part. 

Not a ripple on the stream, 

See, the sun seems gone to rest ; 

Now, it courts the moon's pale beam, 

Soon 'twill play upon its breast. 

v. 

Second Part. 

Daylight takes its last embrace, 

Soon the stars will brightly shine ; 
Earth has lost its rosy face, 

Still the night seems more divine. 

VI. 

Together. 

Let us down the streamlet go, 

Melodious strains we'll gaily sing, 
Dream that earth no care may know, 

Life is one eternal spring. 




LYRICS. 57 

THE WORLD HATH MANY A LOVELY SPOT. 

i. 

The world hath many a lovely spot 

To cheer life's pilgrims on their way ; 
Its wastes and deserts are soon forgot, 

And all its winter turned to May. 
Sweet buds of hope spring into birth, 

Tho' many a parent flower hath died, 
And those poor joys assume a worth 

O'er which a moment past we sighed. 

ii. 

E'en woe hath oft the seeds of joy, 

And dark clouds but obscure the sun, 
So blend life's gold with care's alloy, 

And sorrow's sands will quickly run. 
Heaven hath varied ev'ry lot, 

That bliss is near when deemed so far, 
And lights up many a lovely spot, 

If hope will be our guiding star. 



f)0 LYRICS. 

THE BATTLE OF THE MIND. 

i. 

Oh ! fight, patriots, fight, but not with gun or steel, 
If the cause be right why want the cannon's peal ? 
Swords may win to day, yet on the morrow fail, 
Once give truth its sway 'twill evermore prevail. 

Then fight with pen and tongue, 
Fight with the old and young, 
Fight 'till the truth be wrung, 
" The Battle of the Mind.' 

H. 

Oh ! fight patriots, fight, the noble cause of truth. 

To shed its bright light o'er the dark path of youth ; 

Then soon we all shall see our altars and our throne 

Will ever be kept free by pen and tongue alone. 

Then fight with pen and tongue, 
Fight with the old and young, 
Fight till the truth be wrung, 
" The Battle of the mind." 



LYRICS. 

THE PASSING FLOWER. 

i. 

One eve I watched the flowrets close 

Bidding the light their last adieu, 
And sighed to think some lovely rose 

Might chance he blighted with the dew. 
And, as I gazed, a lovely child, 

Came skipping by with step so light, 
Ringing the dell with laughter wild, 

And seeing me she cried — " Good Night !" 

H. 

Next day, on passing through the dell, 

Thinking to see some fading flower, 
When on my ear a funeral knell 

Came o'er me with its witching power. 
And thinking then of that sweet child, 

Who charmed me but the night before, 
A peasant boy with air so mild 

Told me that flower was then no more. 



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60 LYRICS. 

PRIDE ; OR, THE COTTAGE ROSE. 

i. 

A lovely rose once graced a cottage scene, 

And all who knew it loved it evermore ; 
The pride and joy of all the village green, 

The cherished wealth that bless'd the cotter's store. 
They prized it dearly from the hour 'twas born, 

And in it centred all their world's delight, 
They prayed to heaven at eve and early dawn, 

To shield their lovely cottage rose from blight. 

n. 

The rose for years had loved the simple cot, 

Until the foolish thing had dreams of pride ; 
Rebelling then against its lowly lot, 

It sighed to be some rich exotic's bride. 
The hope fulfilled, the rose was ta'en away 

From home and friends that once were held so dear 
To bloom its hour of pride and then decay, 

Dying neglected ere the coming year. 



LYRICS. 61 

LET SOME GENTLE WORD BE SPOKEN. 

it 

Let some gentle word be spoken 

When the faults of love we blame, 
Or the chain may chance be broken 

With the heat of passion's flame. 
Angry words from lips we cherish 

Stab the heart like poisoned steel ; 
Then speak kindly or 'twill perish, 

Give no wound ye cannot heal. 

ii. 

Let some gentle word be spoken 

When we stray from friendship's track, 
Kindly dwell on some loved token, 

Oft 'twill bring the wanderer back. 
Repentant tears are often started, 

We our faults and follies own, 
When those friends who are true-hearted 

Rebuke us in a friendly tone. 



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SOME ONE TO LOVE. 

i. 

Some one to love in this wide world of sorrow, 

Some one whose smile will efface the sad tear, 
Some one to welcome the light of each morrow, 

Some one to share it when sunshine is near. 
This world is a desert amid all its pleasure, 

And life seems to lose the only true zest, 
If we cannot own with all its proud treasure 

The best of all blessings — some dear kindred breast. 

n. 

Some one to love, whose affection will cherish 

The sweet bud of hope when blighted with care ; 
Some one whose faith will ne'er let it perish 

By sinking for ever in depths of despair. 
'Tis an angelic light — a beacon to guide us— 

Kesembling those lamps that are shining above — 
A guardian from heaven — a voice to decide us — 

Teaching us wisdom in lessons of love. 



LYUICS. 

SUMMEK FRIENDS. 

i. 

Oil ! never trust to summer friends 

When Autumn's leaves are falling ; 
They're like the swallow that ascends 

When Winter's voice is calling. 
While joy sits smiling at the door, 

Your warmth will kindle seeming heat, 
Let fortune frown — they'll come no more, 

But all your little faults repeat. 

H. 

Oh, never hope your summer friends 

Will soothe the hour of sadness ; 
But seek for those that Winter sends 

Unwreathed with smiles of gladness. 
Thus this good in grief we know, 

And life no better wisdom sends, 
That only in the hour of woe 

Can we e'er prove our Summer Friends. 



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64 



LYRICS. 

LOVE'S TALISMAN. 

i. 

Oh ! tell me, lady, ere I go 

To win a warrior's fame, 
If on the field death lays me low, 

Will thy lips bless my name ? 
If so, amid the cannon's roar 

Love's Talisman 'twill be, 
And that sweet charm may chance restore 

This fond heart back to thee. 

H. 

Oh ! give me, lady, ere I part, 

The portraiture of thee, 
And I will wear it next my heart, 

Wherever I may be. 
And that may on the battle field 

My guardian spirit prove, 
Thy face shall be this fond heart's shield, 

Thou lady of my love. 



LYEICS. 65 



LOVE'S ADVICE. 



'Tis better far to love in vain, 

Than never love at all. 
Time may soothe the lover's pain, 

'Twill never sweeten gall. 
Cold neglect is canker'd grief, 

Poisoning every stream, 
Better meet Cupid, as a thief, 

Than only in a dream. 

ii. 

'Tis better far to love in vain, 

Than never love at all ; 
To lose some links in love's bright chain, 

Than have no chain at all. 
That weeds with flowers will e'er entwine 

Is the law from heaven above ; 
Then if you're wise you'll ne'er resign 

The honied cup of love. 



66 LYETOS. 

LET US HOPE TO MEET AGAIN. 

i. 

Let us hope to meet again, 

Tho' we part in anguish now ; 
Absence ne'er will break the chain, 

Or time efface my plighted vow. 
Where'er I roam, 'mid grave or gay, 

Thoughts of thee will e'er entwine, 
And mem'ry wake some simple lay 

Made eloquent by lips of thine. 

ii. 

Let us hope to meet again, 

Joyous days may soon be ours ; 
Let not thy tears increase my pain, 

Think my parting but for hours. 
As the seaman trusts the bark 

To bear him homeward o'er the sea, 
Thy love will be the magnet spark 

To bring me back once more to thee. 



LYRICS. 67 

THE LITTLE VOICE WITHIN. 

i. 

The little voice within the breast 

That whispers right or wrong, 
Is the bird that sits on honor's nest 

And sings this little song. 
" Oh ! list to me in every hour 

When tempted by a sin, 
And you shall feel the guardian power 

Of the little voice within/' 

H. 

" Oh ! list to me whate'er betide, 

Whate'er life's contest be, 
I'll guide thee 'tween the rocks of pride 

In passion's foaming sea. 
I lie between the head and heart, 

And conscience is my name, 
Tho' wisdom's glory may depart, 

My voice will be the same." 



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LYEICS . 



GREEN LEAVES, 
i. 

Oh ! green leaves ! green leaves ! bright, beauteous 
green leaves ! 
Emblems of youth's sweet spring time of joy, 
What garlands of hope your influence weaves,. 

Mixing bright gold with life's dull alloy. 
Old Time passes o'er us as light as a dream, 

When the green fields are clad with thy verdure 
so bright ; 
Gaily we float down this life's mystic stream, 

When thy spirit of ljope fills the heart with delight. 
Oh ! green leaves! green leaves ! 
Bright, beauteous green leaves ! 
ii. 
Oh ! green leaves ! green leaves ! bright, beauteous 
green leaves! 
Oft making the cottage quite rival the hall, 
'Midst columns of marble the heart often grieves 

For cotter's green leaves climbing up to the wall. 
What tinsel seems splendour of jewels and wealth 

Compared with thy face so radiant with glee ; 
Oh ! life has no gem like the jewel of health, 

Entwined with green leaves from contentment's sweet 
tree. 

Oh I green leaves ! green leaves ! 
Bright, beauteous green leaves ! 



LYRICS. 69 

LOVE'S CONQUEST. 

i. 

Dearest, if e'er a thought has strayed 

In some inconstant hour from thee, 
The mem'ry of thy truth soon made 

Thy smile return to conquer me. 
Then have I proved me all thine own, 

Beyond the power of beauty's guile, 
Then let this conquest, love, atone 
, If e'er I wandered from thy smile. 

ii. 

Dearest, love's flame that brightly burns, 

Defies all rival meaner heat, 
And wand'ring love to its shrine returns, 

Sure as life's pulse must onward beat. 
My love will ne'er inconstant prove, 

Though I rove from zone to zone, 
If conquest tells the truth of love, 

Then, dearest, know I'm all thine own. 



LYRICS. 

A WELCOME GUEST. 

i. 

Oh ! let me le a welcome guest, 

Tlio' poor yet princely is the fare, 
When humble means have done their best, 

And heartfelt welcome bids us share. 
I'd rather quaff the homely brewed, 

Beside the cotter's ingleside, 
And be his guest, though e'er so rude, 

Than feast with kings and empty pride. 

ii. 

Oh ! let me be a welcome guest, 

To deem my coming brings delight, 
And know the morn would bear the test 

Of friendship, plighted on the night. 
To read the heart upon the smile 

That bids me truly welcome there, 
And feel that friendship all the while 

Would be the same mid joy or care. 



LYRICS. 71 

LIFT UP THE VEIL OLD FATHER TIME." 
i. 

Old Father Time ! lift up the veil 
And let me but a moment peep ; 
I long to see my boyhood's vale 

When old age o'er its joys shall creep. 
I long to see my Annie's face, 

Roseate now as blush of day, 
When Time shall o'er its beauty trace 
The wrinkled lines of sad decay. 

Oh shall I love her less than now, 

And feel my heart to her grow cold, 
Can time efface my plighted vow 
When I and Annie both are old ? 
ii. 
•' Oh ask me not," old Time replied, 

" To use my scythe before the hour ; 
You'd cease to love your little bride, 

If now you felt Time's chilling power. 
Her lily brow no more you'd see, 

But in its place sad wrinkles view, 
The present lose all charm to thee 

To see life's .thorns before they grew." 
Lift not the veil ! lift not the veil ! 

Kind Heaven's Law is ever good, 
Change, not my Annie of the Vale, 
I would not see it if I could. 



72 LYRICS. 

ZINGA THE GIPSEY. 

I. 

Light-hearted am I, as the bird on the wing, 

I trip o'er life's valley of sunshine and tears ; 
I turn all its dark hours of Winter to Spring, 

By laughing at sorrow whene'er it appears. 
No mortal on earth is more happy than I, 

While singing the songs of my dear native land ; 
No bird is more free that skims the blue sky, 

Than Zinga the Gipsey and her little band. 

it. 

W T hen the mantle of night is thrown o'er the land, 

And earth's fairest flowers have fallen to sleep, 
The sly moon oft winks at our gay gipsey band, 

Who, with castinets ringing, their serenades keep. 
All the cares of the day are then danced away, 

I'm proud as a Queen when they ask for my hand, 
Gaily we welcome the dawning of day, 

With the light song and dance of our gay gipsey band. 



LYRICS. 73 

ANNIE LOWE. 
i. 

There is a sweet romantic spot 

Down by the Hudson side, 
Where here and there a rustic cot 

Peeps through the trees with pride ; 
Should Cupid pass that spot so dear, 

Tho' armed with shaft and bow, 
He'd leave his heart in bondage here 
With charming Annie Lowe. 

Oh Annie Lowe, dear Annie Lowe, 

The zephyrs when they siga'd 
To steal a kiss have with the bliss 
Upon thy sweet lips died. 
ii. 
I have roved in many a distant clime, 

Beyond my own blue sea, 
Where pleasure clips the wing of time 

With love and minstrelsy. 
Oh then I felt a stream of pride 

Within my bosom flow, 
As mem'ry brought back Hudson side, 
And charming Annie Lowe. 

Oh Annie Lowe, dear Annie Lowe, 

Thy sister light would guide 
. An Angel's love from realms above 
Down by the Hudson side. 



74 LYKICS. 

SAMBO'S SERENADE, 
i. 

Wake, lovely Rosa, from your slumbers, 
List to my love in these poor strains, 
Tho' wild and strange may be the numbers, 

'Tis truth that's breaking from love's chains. 
I have not words to speak the feeling 

Of this fond heart that beats for thee, 
But hear me in simple tones revealing 
How you are all this world to me. 

Oh ! lovely Rosa, when you are sleeping, 

Perhaps not dreaming at all of me, 
Under thy lattice, strict guard am keeping, 
Praying for ev'ry blessing on thee. 
ii. 
"Wake, lovely Rosa, from thy dreaming, 
Give one short hour to my poor lay, 
And that sweet joy will be redeeming 
Ev'ry grief I have known this day. 
Though I am slave to massa, truly 

I am greater slave to thee, 
He only chains me when unruly, 

But ever and ever I am chained to thee. 
Then, love;y Rosa, wake my dearest, 

Wake and see the moon's pale light, 
And hear me tell how you are nearest 
To this fond heart both day and night. 



LYRICS. 75 

THERE IS ONE THAT SEETH ALL. 

i. 

Oli ! think that in temptation's hour, 

When reason's light hath fled, 
And poor resolve hath lost the power 

To raise its sinking head, 
Altho' no mortal eye may see 

Poor honor's dismal fall, 
Wherever in this world we be, 

There is One that seeth all. 

lt. 

Oh ! may this knowledge turn the stream 

Of guilty thoughts away ; 
Then pure, as rosy childhood's dream, 

Will seem each coming day. 
Oh ! may this truth be e'er our guide 

When tempting voices call, 
Tho' lost to all the world beside, 

There is One that seeth all. 



76 



LYKlCS. 



DAY AND NIGHT. 
DUET. 



Night. 



Day. 



Night. 
Day. 
Night. 
Day. 



" Oli ! rosy morn, come not so soon, 
Wake not yet from balmy sleep, 

Oh ! rival not the silver moon 
Shining o'er the mystic deep." 

" I must arise — I long to drink 

The dew from ev'ry sleeping flower ; 
So, night, good morn, no longer think 

I can delay my waking hour." 
" Night is the time that lovers prize." 
" I love the morn the shepherd cries." 
" Moonlight shining o'er the sea." 
" Rosy morn oh give to me." 

Togethee. 
" Day and Night, 
Night and Day, 
Thus this world it runs away." 



Day. 



Night. 



LYRICS. 77 

n. 

" Oh sombre night, why comest thou yet ? 

Still some little moments stay ; 
You see the sun hath scarcely set, 

Chase not yet my joys away." 



" Sweet morn, good night. In yonder grove 

See the shepherd looks for me, 
He waits to tune his lyre to love 
Until the moon shines o'er the sea." 
Day. " Night, good day, we'll meet again." 

Night. " Day, good night, on yonder plain." 
Day. " "When the sun sets o'er the hill." 

Night. " There for ever we'll meet still." 

Together. 
" Day and night, 
Night and day, 
Thus this world it runs away." 




78 LYRICS. 

WHAT ARE THEY DOING AT HOME, 
i. 

Oh ! what are they doing at home, at home, 

The heart often asks with a sigh ; 
When far far away from loved friends we roam, 

A stranger "neath some distant sky. 
Do they sing the same glees that we sang every night 

So delightfully, all out of tune, 
Do they dance on the green with such heartfelt delight, 
And tell tales by the light of the moon ? 

Oh what are they doing at home, at home, 
What are they doing at home ? 
ii. 
Oh ! what are they doing at home, at home, 
Does the old house still stand on the hill ; 
Do lovers as of yore still every night roam 

Just to list to the murmuring rill ? 
And the old dog Tray, as he crouches at night, 

Looking wistfully in every face, 
As they pat his old coat that is shining so bright 
Does he feel there is one vacant place ? 

Oh ! what are they doing at home, at home, 
What are they doing at home ? 



LYEICS. 79 



LITTLE KATY. 

In the streets of New York and many of the Eastern States 
of America, late at night and early in the morning, it is customary 
for very little children to sell " Hot Corn." They are frequently 
very ill-used by their parents, as is too often the case with children 
of this class all over the world. 



I. 

" Oh ! hot corn ! nice hot corn ! 
Who will buy my hot corn ?" 
Cried a child, in accents mild, 

" Come and buy my hot corn." 
Scalding tears are stealing 
Down her pallid cheek, 
Hope no beam revealing, 
Katy's sad and weak ; 
Yet all the while she tries to smile, 

And, in accents so forlorn, 
To passers by you'll hear her cry 
" Buy, oh ! buy my hot corn !" 
Hot corn ! nice hot corn ! 
Who will buy her hot corn ? 
Pass not by or she may die, 
Should she not sell her hot corn. 



80 LYRICS. 

II. 

" Oh ! hot corn ! nice hot corn ! 

Who will huy my hot corn ? 
Tis very late, no longer wait, 

Come and huy my hot corn !" 
Children now are sleeping, 

Half the world's at rest, 
Katy she is weeping, 

Dares not seek her nest. 
Her wicked mother madly burns 

Passion beaming from her eyes, 
For life's poison how she yearns, 

" Give, oh ! give me drink," she cries. 
Yet Katy dear, with many a tear, 

Ushers in the coming morn, 
Faintly crying, almost dying, 

" Buy, oh ! buy my hot corn ! 
Hot corn ! Hot corn ! 
Here's your nice hot corn !" 
Pass not by, or she may die 
Should she not sell her hot corn ! 



LYRICS. 
III. 

" Oh ! hot corn ! nice hot corn V 

She will no more say to-night, 
Katy's lying, almost dying, 

Death is hovering now in sight. 
Yet to her it is a blessing, 

Life to her has naught hut woe, 
Katy hears there's no oppressing 

In heaven where she hopes to go. 
Poverty hath killed the flower 

That might else so sweetly bloom ; 
Old grim Death alone hath power 

To snatch her from her doom. 
Oh ! Katy dear, what bliss is near 

To welcome now the coming morn. 
Life is flying, Katy's dying, 

No more crying Corn ! 

" Hot corn ! Hot corn !" 
Never more at dawn 
With a sigh will she e'er cry 
" Buy, oh ! buy my corn !" 



S2 LYRICS. 

NEVER MIND HIM. 

i. 

Fanny dearest, never mind him, 

Never mind him, Fanny dear, 
If affection cannot bind him, 

He is scarcely worth a tear. 
Love like his had better go, 

In the early hour of Spring, 
Than in Autumn live to know, 

The cherished one hath taken wing. 

ii. 

Fanny dearest, never mind him, 

Never mind him, Fanny dear, 
Let no look or sigh remind him 

That he's e'er remembered here. 
Deem him like that pretty flower 

That is worthless but for view, 
Let him see you have the power 

To shun the heart that beats not true. 



LYRICS. 88 

GUARDIAN SPIRITS. 

i. 

Guardian spirits, hovering o'er us 

Round about this world of ours, 
Waking dreams that oft restore us 

Happy thoughts of hygone hours, 
'Tis sweetest pleasure thus to know 

Those we mourn with many a tear, 
That through this life, in weal or woe, 

Are guardian spirits watching near. 

ii. 

Guardian spirits, hourly tending, 

Mortals in life's vale of tears, 
By angelic power defending 

Childhood's inexperienced years, 
Some may call it poet's dreaming, 

Deem it hut the sage's skill, 
Yet, with all their idle scheming. 

Guardian spirits watch us still. 



84 LYRICS. 

PAUL AND VIRGINIA. 

" When thou art by my side." 
(written to music.) 

I. 

Oh ! what joy beyond all measure, 
Oh ! what dreams of endless pleasure, 
Doth my heart so fondly treasure, 

When thou art by my side. 
From the well of hope I borrow 
A sweet draught to light-en sorrow, 
Ever trusting that the morrow 

Will still as gently glide. 

Yes Virginia, dear Virginia, 

When thou art by my side. 

ii. 

Like the poet ever dreaming, 

Some bright ray will soon ]je beaming, 

Oh ! the world's with beauty teeming, 

When thou art by my side. 
Some may deem it frenzied madness 
To awaken dreams of gladness, 
When our path seems filled with sadness, 
J3ut thou art by my side, 
And I heed not, dear Virginia, 
Whatever may betide. 



I 



LYRICS. 

BE TRUE TO ME WHEN FAR AWAY 

i. 
Be true to me when far away, 

And Heaven speed thy safe return, 
My life will peeni a wintry day 
Whilst thou in other lands sojourn. 

are'er thou art, oh think of me, 
From thee my thoughts will never stray ; 

only pledge I ask from thee, 
Be true to me when far away. 

ii. 
Be true to me when far away, 

For thou art all the world to me, 
My fervent prayers both night and day 

111 offer up to heaven for thee. 
Oh ! till thou shalt come back again 

Adieu to all that's bright and gay ; 
Le: me not ask love's pledge in vain, 

Be true to me when far away. 



86 



LYRICS. 



A HOME IN THE WEST. 

i. 

A home in the west, my own darling west, 

With rivers so mighty and forests so free, 
'Tis there my fond heart will e'er he at rest, 

And absence will make it cling closer to thee. 
I know not the reason, I cannot say why, 

My home in the forest to me seems the best, 
But my heart when I think sends a tear to my eye, 

And I sigh for the friends in my own darling west. 

II. 

A home in the west, my own darling west, 

The evening of life will so peacefully glide 
With friendship and truth to clasp to my breast, 

And my own little wife sitting close to my side. 
Like birds that have wandered far over the sea, 

We'll treasure more fondly our dear little nest, 
And pray that the wanderer, where'er he may be, 

May safely return to his Home in the West. 



LYRICS. 87 

I AM THINKING OF HOME. 

i. 

I am thinking of home — I am thinking 

Of days that I ne'er can forget, 
When my heart wore the freshness of Summer 

Untinged with the snow of regret. 
I am thinking of friends — I am thinking 

And ask my fond heart where are they ? 
And I hear its sad echoes replying 

They are all far away — far away. 

n. 

I am thinking of home — I am thinking 

Of hopes that I nourish'd in youth, 
And sigh as each sweet recollection 

Is chased by the bright glare of truth. 
I am thinking of home — I am thinking 

Of faces familiar and dear, 
And, oh ! at this moment I'm wishing 

The loved ones were all round me here. 



8b LYRICS. 

III. 
I am thinking of one — I am thinking 

Of one who is far clearer yet, 
And hope like an angel is whisp'ring, 

And chasing away each regret. 
I am thinking of her — I am thinking, 

And feel I shall not hope in vain, 
Tho' the winter of woe now surrounds me, 
Twill soon be the summer again. 




LYEICS. 

I WOULD MY LIFE PASS CALMLY BY. 

i. 

I would my life pass calmly by, 

Unheeded by the busy throng, 
With birds and trees and clear blue sky, 

And dulcet strains of nature's song. 
To rove the hills as free as air, 

And gaze upon the distant sea, 
With one fond heart this lot to share, 

Whose smile would be a heaven to me. 

n. 
I'd envy not the misers wealth, 

Or care for pleasure's pomp and pride, 
Whilst blest with that sweet blessing health, 

My bark should down life's streamlet glide. 
At morn I'd watch the bright sun rise 

Resplendent o'er the emerald plain, 
And when its glory left the skies, 

Love's torch should light me home again. 



89 



90 



LYRICS. 



NEVER GIVE THE MITTEN. 

In the United States it is customary when a young lady 
declines the attention of her lover to send him a mitten. 



Lovely little maidens, with hearts so full of glee, 
Leave all thoughts of folly, and list awhile to me, 
When young I'd beaux in plenty, and many sought my 

hand, 
And many were too good for me I now can understand. 
Yet still' like butterfly I'd roam from ev'ry beauteous 

flower, 
And none could win my constancy beyond a fleeeting 

hour; 
I thought it so victorious whene'er a beau was smitten, 
To tease and plague his heart awhile, and then " give 

him the mitten." 

ii. 

But soon, alas, how changed the scene in spite of every 

art, 
Tho' I might roam the wide world, I ne'er could win a 

heart, 
I'd sigh and smile, look grave and gay, and try with all 

my might, 
And in spite of all my dressing, I've heard men whisper 

" fright." 
I'd sing the songs I sang of yore with fifty times the care, 
Yet when I'd ceased and looked around, not a single man 

was there, 
And now I feel the adage true — the biter has got bitten 
And therefore tell ye, damsels all, — Oh ! never give the 

mitten. 



LYEICS. 91 

THE GOLD FIEND. 

i. 

" Oh ! tell me why art thou weeping," 

Cried a hoy so mild and fair. 
To an old man who was keeping 

Companionship with care. 
His locks, tho' like the driven snow, 

Were frosted — not hy years, 
And thus with heart so full of woe 

He spoke 'twixt sighs and tears. 

ii. 

" In my youth I knew no sadness, 

Save some fleeting hours of pain, 
Which the rainbow beam of gladness 

Soon made all bright again. 
My mother, like the shepherd boy, 

Who gathers in his fold, 
At ev'ry eve would count her joy, 

Her love could ne'er be told. 



92 LYRJOS. 

III. 

The Gold Fiend came to our happy cot, 

And marked me for his prey, 
Then soon I mourned my humhle lot, 

My life seemed one long day. 
Every hour I sighed for wealth, 

Youth's dreams turned grey and old, 
Heeded not kindred, love, or health, 

My only dream was — " Gold ! " 

IV. 

Years I passed in a foreign land, 

So friendless and alone, 
That I might fill my wither'd hand 

With gold and all my own. 
I now return to my home again, 

But not the home of old, 
Looking for friends I loved in vain, 

And weep o'er my bags of gold. 




LYEICS. 

GOLDEN DREAMS. 

i. 

What bright and golden dreams arise, 

Amid life's darkened clouds of woe, 
Whene'er I gaze at those bright eyes, 

That seem to laugh at every woe. 
A meteor-light is shining there 

To guide the pilgrim to love's isle, 
Angel of all that's bright and fair, 

What golden dreams wait on thy smile. 

ii. 

Sweet dreams of hope, like beauteous Spring, 

That bursts upon the Winter's snow, 
Awake — and with them garlands bring, 

The brightest thoughts that man may know 
Oh ! thus it is, in darkest hours, 

Thy power alone can e'er beguile, 
Turning life's thorns at once to flowers, 

For Golden Dreams wait on thy smile. 



93 



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94 LYRICS. 

THE WANDERER. 

i. 

Oh ! I love — I love to roam, 

Like the wild bird ever free, 
Seeking every day a home, 

And not caring where it be. 
To-day, perchance, the mountain cot, 

To-morrow maybe on the sea, 
This is the happy wanderer's lot, 

This is the life — the life for me. 

ii. 

Oh ! I envy not a life of ease, 

To me it seems an endless day ; 
I love to roam where'er I please, 

And have no tie that bids me stay. 
Oh ! give me but a change of scene, 

Tho' sometimes drear I'll not repine, 
Whilst earth has beauties to be seen, 

The Wanderer's life shall still be mine. 



LYRICS. 95 

LOVE AND PBIDE. 

i. 

In an angry hour they parted, 

Never to meet again, 
Tears that affection started, 

Pride repulsed with pain. 
Had a gentle word been spoken, 

Or a sigh that breathed regret, 
Love's chain had not been broken, 

But linked with firmness yet. 

n. 

At Hymen's shrine behold him 

Plighting his truth away, 
Love it could have told him 

His heart was far away. 
Yet 'tis not for land or gold 

That he calls this lady bride, 
He weds that his love may be told 

He has conquered all by pride. 



96 LYRICS. 

Til. 

When they told her of his wedding, 

Pride tried to act its part, 
So the world saw no tear-shedding, 

She seemed quite light of heart. 
Yet they have lived to feel the truth 

Of what they've oft denied, 
That the worst conquest of their youth 

Was conquering love by pride. 




LYRICS. 97 

THE DYING INDIAN GIRL. 

i. 
Pillow me gently on thy breast 

Dear mother e'er I die, 
And turn me to the glorious west, 

The land of stream and sky. 
My latest thoughts are wandering there, 

In fancy now I roam 
"Mid scenes so wild yet deemed so fair 

Of our dear Indian home. 

n. 
Come nearer yet, my mother dear. 

A mist seems o'er thee now. 
My heart tells me that thou art near, 

I can scarcely see thy brow. 
Behold yon sim that gilds the west. 

Shedding a parting light ; 
When lost to thee I shall be at rest, 

Then loye and life — Good night. 



98 LYRICS. 

THE FLOW'RETS OF THE GRAVE. 

i. 

Oh ! let the flow'rets bloom 

Upon the loved one's grave ; 
Bob not the sacred tomb 

Of what affection gave. 
Sweet children placed them here, 

Upon this little mound, 
And with them many a tear 

Bedewed this holy ground. 

n. 
Oh ! let the flow'rets bloom, 

To tell the passer by 
Tho' man obeys his doom, 

His memory will not die. 
Earth's garden is wide and great 

Where'er life's waters wave, 
Then spare man's last estate, 

The flow'rets of the grave. 



LYRICS. 99 

A HOME WITH THOSE WHO LOVE US. 

i 
A home with those who love us, 

Where is there greater Miss, 
Save the one that is above us, 

Oh ! what can equal this ? 
Tho' the. stranger's cheer may gladden, 

And the heart awhile enchain, 
Yet soon, oh ! soon 'twill sadden, 

And long for its home again. 

ii. 

A home with dear ones round us, 

Tho' we have hut little store, 
When heaven such wealth hath found us, 

'Tis wrong 'to covet more. 
This truth there is no denying, 

Nature knows little of wealth, 
Friendship and love there's no buying, 

Millions can ne'er purchase health. 



LY: 



AN ACROSTIC. 

ZSX ay thy life be one eternal spring. 

A nd placid as thy beauteous brow, 

B eplete with joy may each day bring, 

G lad scenes that circle round thee now. 

A nd when Old Time shall show the yellow leaf, 

E espect and love.be still thy hallowed throne, 

E ach friend at parting deem thy stay too hi 

T ill angels claim thee as their own. 



LYRICS. 101 

THE PARTING KISS. 

i. 

Give me a kiss, a parting kiss, 

And then farewell to love and home, 
Yet from these honied realms of bliss 

My constant heart will never roam. 
Like a poor hermit from his shrine 

Will my wandering footsteps be, 
No joy on earth can e'er be mine, 

Till I come back again to thee. 

n. 

Give me a kiss, a parting kiss, 

And then to all I love, adieu ! 
Ne'er can I know a joy like this, 

A home I love, a heart that's true. 
Farewell, farewell, my nightly prayer, 

When sailiDg o'er the dark blue sea, 
Will be to guard from every care 

My native land, my home, and thee. 



102 LYRICS. 

THE HUNGARIAN LAMENT. 

(Written to music for Jullien's celebrated Hungarian Waltz.) 

I. 

Hungary ! thou land of sorrow, 
Wilt thou e'er be free again? 
Shalt thou know a joyful morrow ? 
Must we ever hope in vain ? 

" No, No, No," fond hope replies, 

" Give not up to vain regret, 
Whilst a flag of freedom flies, 
There is hope for Hungary yet." 

ii. 
Will this darkening gloom of sadness 
From this bright land pass away ? 
Will a joyful beam of gladness 
Turn this night of woe to day ? 

" Yes, Yes, Yes," fond hope replies," 

" Give not up to vain regret, 
Whilst a flag of freedom flies, 
There is hope for Hungary yet." 



LYRICS. 



103 



III. 

Hungary ! my heart's delight, 

Will gladness smile o'er this clear land ? 
Will despot might e'er bow to right ? 
Will justice take thy cause in hand ? 

" Yes, yes, yes," fond hope replies, 

" Give not up to vain regret, 
Whilst a flag of freedom flies, 
There is hope for Hungary yet." 



104 



LYRICS. 



GUARDIAN ANGELS. 



DUET. 



1st Angel. Tell me, tell me, sister pray 

Where on earth your fotsteps stray, 
What good deed thou'lt do to-day, 
Sweet sister, say. 



2nd Angel. A drooping babe I'll rock to sleep, 
When I see its mother weep, 
There strict watch I'll fondly keep 
By night and day. 



in. 
Ensemble. Oh ! thus we go, thus we go, 

Round about this world of woe, 
Causing streams of joy to flow 

By night and day. 



LYEICS. 105 

IV. 

1st Angel. Soon a tempest there will be, 
I will wander o'er the sea, 
A sailor's life depends on me, 
Whilst up aloft. 

v. 

2nd Angel. Near the couch of deep distress 
I will make its sorrow less, 
Whispering dreams of happiness 
In accents soft. 

VI. 

Ensemble. Oh ! thus we go, thus we go, 

Round about this world of woe, 
Causing streams of joy to flow 

By night and day. 



106 



LYRICS. 

LET ME ALONE. 

i. 

Why is love so pleasing, 

Why is love so teasing, 

Thought Fanny whilst she's squeezing 

A hand she deemed her own. 
I vow I'll not believe thee, 
I fear that you'll deceive me, 
So tempter quickly leave me, 

And let me now^alone. 

ii. 

Her rosy lips kept pouting, 
The moments she was doubting, 
But Cupid he seemed shouting, 

" You'll die if let alone." 
So, Fanny, no more sighing, 
In spite of all denying, 
You'd day and night be crying, 

If you were let alone. 



LYEICS. 107 



Boy. 



Girl. 



THE MOTHER'S GRAVE. 
DUET. 



Mother, do you see us weeping 
In this lonely churchyard now, 

Where so peacefully thou'rt sleeping, 
Hear us pray with aching brow. 



ii. 



Mother, dear, we are now alone, 
Missing e'er your fervent love. 

Day and night at Heaven's throne 
Pray that we may meet above. 

in. 

Together. 

Mother, dear, the flowers are springing 

Round this little mossy mound, 
Here your children's hearts are clinging 
To this sacred spot of ground. 



108 



Boy. 



LYRICS. 
IV. 

Mother, dear, at rosy morning, 

When the sun shines o'er the wave, 

Here your children are adorning, 

With sweet flowers their mother's grave. 
v. 



Girl. 



Mother, when the sun is sinkiDg, 
Dipping 'neath the bright blue wave, 

Oft the moon still finds us thinking, 
Round our darling mother's grave. 

VI. 

Together. 

Mother, dear, the flowers are springing 

Round this little mossy mound, 
Here your children's hearts are clinging 

To this sacred spot of ground. 



LYRICS. 



\ 



WHY DELAY THE HAPPY H 



i. 

Oh ! why delay the happy heur, 
That shall make thee ever mine ? 

Time rolls on with feeble power, 
Till I call thee, dearest, mine. 

The sands of life too quickly pass, 
To let them run unheeded by ; 

Old age cannot turn youths' glass, 
The joys of spring too soon they fly. 

ii. 

Oh ! why delay the happy hour, 

The little birds still they sing, 
See how every beauteous flower, 

To each other fondly cling. 
Union is kind nature's law, 

Earth obeys the will divine, 
Then, dearest, let me sue no more, 

Say thoult be for ever mine. 



110 LYRICS. 



WOMAN'S WORTH. 



How many sneer at woman's love, 

And say it is not worth the reaping, 
Is there a gift from Heaven above, 

That is so much worth the keeping ? 
'Tis not in dazzling halls of night, 

Or in those scenes of transient mirth, 
Where beauty wears a borrowed light, 

Can man e'er judge of Woman's Worth. 

II. 

But when friends, like Summer's leaves, 

Will not bear the A utumn's chilling, 
'Tis woman then a garland weaves 

Of hope's bright flowers, sweet dreams instilling, 
When on the bed of sickness thrown, 

Deserted by the sons of earth, 
Oh ! only then, and then alone, 

Can man e'er judge of Woman's Worth. 



LYRICS. 9 111 

THE MILITIA MEN OF ENGLAND. 

i. 

The militia men of England, 

They proudly take their stand, 
As the bulwarks of the nation, 

The guardians of the land. 
The flag 'round which they rally, 

They'll defend it with their lives ; 
'Tis the liberty of England, 

Their homes, their babes, and wives. 

ii. 

The militia men of England, 

When peace smiles o'er the land, 
They leave their father's sword and shield, 

And take the plough in hand. 
They till with manly hearts the soil 

Where the flag of freedom oft waves, 
For which dear right they'll bravely fight, 

Or as freemen meet their graves. 



112 9 LYRICS. 

WEALTH AND POVERTY: 

Ok, THE WORLD WITHIN & THE WORLD WITHOUT. 

I. 

Warm as Summer's balmy air 
Is yon happy world within, 
All around seems bright and fair, 

All without is cold as sin. 
Within, the mother proudly smiles 
On her first-born darling child ; 
Without, no ray of hope beguiles, 
Hunger drives the mother wild. 

Daughters of the beauteous Eve 
Both ye are without a doubt, 
This it is that makes me grieve 
Yon world within and thee without. 
ii. 
Bright as Truth's ethereal ray 

Are the precepts taught within, 
Pointing happy child the way 

To make this world to heaven a-kin. 
Dark as night yon hapless boy 

Are the lessons taught to thee, 
Vice seems fraught with ev'ry joy, 
Doomed poor child thou seem'st to be. 
Sons of Heaven's Parent thou, 

Child of Truth, and thee of Sin, 
May Guardian Angels shield ye now 
You world without and thee within. 



LYRICS. 113 



To ANNA MARIA QUINN. 



Thou, gifted child of the mimic art, 

Accept this tributary lay 
From one whose words can scarce impart, 

The homage that the mind would pay. 
Spell-bound I listen to thy voice, 

Like orient pearls beneath the stream, 
And think an angel doth rejoice, 

The world with some delusive dream. 

ii. 
So young, and yet such wond'rous power, 

That wrinkled age might blush to see, 
How he might still at that late hour, 

A lesson learn, sweet child, from thee. 
The mantle of the gifted dead. 

Seems o'er thy infant shoulders cast, 
To prove the present yet may shed 

A lustre o'er the treasured past. 



114 LYTITOS. 

III. 

Oh ! who shall say the Drama's light 

Illumed its last with Edmund Kean, 
When now we see it shine so bright 

With thee thou gifted infant queen. 
A Siddons yet may live again, 

Her brightest laurels thou may'st win 
Oh ! may my hopes be not in vain, 

For thee, sweet child, Maria Quinn. 




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